Free Sweet Love (The Sweet Series Book 1) by K. C. Lynn

are a candidate who can possibly help save Lucy’s life.”
    Even though it was the outcome I hoped for, it still hits me like a ton of bricks. “When?” I clear my throat when I hear how rough it sounds. “When do you need me? I’m out of town at the moment until Sunday.”
    “That’s okay. I would have you come in Monday, if you’re willing. There are still a couple more things we need to discuss. I can go over the procedure and answer any questions you or your family may have. I will not share these results with the family…unless you want me to?”
    “No. Please don’t. I’d like to be the one to tell them. I need time to absorb this and I still need to speak with my husband.”
    Oh god, just the thought has my hand shaking violently and tears building behind my eyes.
    “Very well, I understand. I’ll see you Monday then?”
    I swallow thickly, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. “Yes. I’ll see you Monday.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    Sawyer
    I heard her wake up and get out of bed a while ago. I thought about stopping her and forcing her to tell me what the fuck is wrong, but I let her go. Ever since that phone call she got earlier something has changed. She’s back to looking shattered and I don’t fucking like it.
    I’ve had enough. Whatever the hell is going on, she’s going to tell me so I can fix it. Getting out of bed I throw on a pair of jeans and go in search of her, thinking I’ll find her in the kitchen, but the house remains dark. I notice the front door cracked open and the porch light on. With determined strides I swing it open, and what I see through the screen door stops me cold. My wife—my Cupcake—sitting on the top step, her body folded in half as she sobs in her knees. The sight of her looking so broken rips my fucking guts out.
    I push open the door and sit behind her on the stairs, my legs caging her in and arms wrapping around her delicate body. Leaning down, I press a kiss to her bare shoulder, feeling her body shake with misery.
    “Talk to me, baby. Tell me what the hell is going on so I can fix it. It’s killing me to see you like this.”
    She mumbles something through her sobs but I can’t make out what she said.
    “What?”
    “You’re gonna hate me.”
    “There’s nothing in the world that could make me hate you, Grace.” It’s the damn truth. Angry—yes, destroy me—yes, but I could never hate her. However, I’m feeling pretty fucking nervous now about whatever is bothering her.
    She finally lifts her head and turns to me, staring up at me with the most heartbreaking expression I’ve ever seen from her. It brings me back to a time when I first met her and reminds me of the sad, lonely girl she once was. Something I vowed she would never feel again, yet here we sit.
    “Tell me you love me and that you will never stop,” she whispers.
    I grab her face, my jaw locking down in frustration that I even have to say this to her. “I love you, Grace. Nothing will ever fucking change that.” She begins crying harder and every tear that spills destroys another part of my soul. I kiss her wet lips before dropping my forehead on hers. “Tell me what the hell is going on. You’re scaring me.”
    Her eyes open, locking with mine. “I got tested to see if I’m a match.”
    Every part of my body freezes as I stare back at her. She doesn’t elaborate on what tests but she doesn’t need to. Betrayal ignites through my veins hot and fast “When?”
    “On Wednesday afternoon,” she whispers.
    “Jesus, Grace!” I jump to my feet and start pacing furiously. “How the fuck could you keep this from me?”
    “I’m sorry, so sorry for not telling you, but you were so angry. You wouldn’t even talk about it and I knew you would try to stop me from going.”
    “Exactly! So what does that tell you?”
    “It told me I was on my own. That I didn’t have you by my side!”
    “That’s bullshit and you know it.”
    “No, it’s not,” she screams back, rising to her feet.